no teaching

no ‘teaching’ has slipped through your hands…
he would be first to admit that there was
“no teaching”.
only an ad hoc slight of mind, roll in the hay
distraction/seduction dance perfectly suited
for mental blindsiding doh!s and occasional
splats—
perfect diversion that kept one on a teeter totter
enough to be able to recognize and cultivate
stable place and moment when you finally tripped over it.

indeed, he pointed, but most diffusely.
the aim, he abstractly colored,
for anything directed toward would have required
a directing away from something else. 
but everything is relevant;
only mind appreciates the notion of ‘irrelevant’ so
it can exercise those rejection muscles,
foster one’s special ‘specialness’, and never
remove that fine discriminating suit
(42long, not withstanding).